dan lyth and the euphrates - this time in november | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• dan lyth and the euphrates
• this time in november

Warmer sea
Floating in far lunar dream
Head on hands
Drifting in deep hidden lands

Until an unearthly tone
Reveals your home
Your secret's out
I've seen your quiet hideout
Your quiet hideout

You compose
God only knows what fabric of notes
Journeying muse
Keep painting yourself in fair delicate hues

Until all that's coarse and bright
The noise and light
You come to find
And leave your old life inside
Your life inside

You won't remember
This time in November

dan lyth and the euphrates еще тексты